A slightly subhuman race of river dwellers that loves fishing, drinking, cooking, eating, fighting, laughing, and fishing. They know no strangers. If you come to visit, plan to stay a while.
Brandal had hoped a closer view of the fishers would dispel their oddness. Quite the opposite. Their stature was human enough but their wide, lazy eyes and broad mouths made them appear altogether froggy. Even the speaker, who was the tallest of them, wasn’t as tall as Aedron.
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by: Tracy E Flynn